Disclaimer: No, I don't own Charmed. Hey, it disappoints me as much as it does you. lol. Seriously though, I would have done some things a lot differently if I'd owned the show...anyways. That's my disclaimer and I'm stickin' to it! (In case you were wondering, no I don't do drugs, yes I really am THAT weird!!!:P)
AN: Well, I guess everyone wanted this sequel, judging from the reviews I got. Hey, guys, y'all are WONDERFUL!!! I just finished watching Saving Private Leo, so I'm a little teary-eyed. lol...Ummm, hows about another chapter? That OK with you? Yes, I thought it would be. Starring Piper: Your story is AWESOME, thought you should know that again. Guys, if you haven't read Trust, Starting Over, and Believe in Me, I strongly urge you to do so. Seriously, that is some good writing!
The girls finally made it to a place for lunch, after walking around the mall for hours. A waiter watched them come in, and walked to the table they sat at. "Can I help you?," he asked, smiling.
"We're going to want milkshakes first," Prue answered for all of them.
"What flavor?," he asked, a pen poised over the tablet.
"Chocolate," Piper and Paige answered in unison.
"Vanilla," Phoebe followed. The waiter looked at Prue, and smiled again.
"For you?," he asked, winking at her.
"Strawberry," she answered, smiling back. As soon as he left, Phoebe grinned evilly.
"He was flirting, Prue, don't you think he's a little young for you?," she demanded, shaking her head in disapproval. Prue smacked her arm.
"Honestly, Prue," Piper chimed in, "He's really closer to Paige's age." At this, Paige threw a napkin at her sister.
"I am a LOT older than he is!," she said defensively, "He couldn't have been much older than sixteen." Piper and Phoebe laughed, noticing the blush in Paige's cheeks. "Besides," she continued, "I HAVE someone already!"
"That reminds me...," Piper said, about to start the teasing over again. Luckily, for Paige anyway, the waiter came back, balancing their milkshakes on a tray. He kept winking at Prue, as he set the drinks down.
"Anything else?," he asked, staring at Prue.
"We'll need another minute," Prue said quickly, sinking down into her chair.
"As I was saying," Piper said, watching her sister tense up. Paige glanced up from her milkshake, and immediately regretted it. "What were you doing this morning that you had to make us wait twenty minutes?." Paige groaned inwardly, feeling heat rush to her cheeks.
"Nothing," she muttered, busying herself with her milkshake. Her sisters laughed, immensely enjoying watching their baby sister squirm. After a few seconds, Paige raised her head, an amused gleam in her eye. "Why don't you tell Phoebe what we caught YOU doing this morning," she countered, receiving the hoped for response. Piper turned bright red, and suddenly looked as though she'd rather be anywhere but with her sisters. Paige giggled. Prue sat back and enjoyed the saucy comments being thrown around. At least she had escaped any more jokes about the teenage waiter!
"OK, you win," Piper conceded finally, "Truce?." Paige took her outstretched hand warily, suspecting ulterior motives. "What?," Piper asked innocently, her eyes wide. Paige shook her head and quickly released her sister's hand. "The truce doesn't count for us, though," Prue said wickedly, joining the conversation.
"Come on, Prue, lay off," Paige complained,
"Please?," Piper added in a baby voice.
"Ohh, you know please is my weakness," Prue whined, but backed off. Paige and Piper smiled, relieved to be off the hook. The silence was a comfortable one, each relishing the shakes they had before them.
"Mmmm, It has been WAY too long since I've had a vanilla shake," Phoebe murmured, leaning back in her chair, satisfied. Silently, everyone agreed. It had been way too long, indeed.
The happy, content moment ended quickly, when Paige slipped out of her chair, gasping for much-needed oxygen. "Oh my God," Piper shouted, dropping to her side, "Someone get an ambulance!" Prue and Phoebe moved down beside her.
"Don't you do this to me, Paige," Phoebe pleaded helplessly. They watched as their little sister thrashed on the ground, alternating between screaming and pleading with them to "Please, make it stop hurting." Prue struggled not to break down, forcing herself to stay calm and sensible, allowing her other sisters to panic. Paige suddenly stilled and Prue's heart did as well.
"Piper," Paige called weakly. Piper grasped her hand, making her presence know. Paige squeezed it weakly, then as she convulsed, her grip tightened into an almost unbearable clasp. Phoebe was hysterical, shaking uncontrollably, tears running unchecked down her cheeks.
When Paige spoke Prue's name, and icy finger scraped down her spine. She leaned in, however reluctantly, and felt fingers jerk her hair, thus bringing her closer. "I'll kill you," Paige promised in a whisper. Prue kept telling herself it wasn't her, there was something wrong, it wasn't Paige. No matter how many times she repeated it, fear curled into a ball in the pit of her stomach. "Paige could die," she thought, then brushed the thought away. No, she wasn't going to die. She couldn't.
Finally, the ambulance came, carting Paige and Piper, who refused to leave her side, away. Prue walked Phoebe to the car, both too shocked to speak. The drive was a blur to both, and then there they were, trying to calm Piper down.
"Sweetie, it'll be OK," Prue soothed, not entirely believing her own words. Piper nearly screamed in frustration, but glanced around, reminding herself that they were in a hospital. She was so sick of hearing 'it'll be OK'. What was OK about her baby sister going up in convulsions in the middle of lunch?? Phoebe sat in one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, and drew her knees to her chest. Sighing, Piper whirled around and joined Phoebe, annoyed with Prue.
"What'll we do if she's not OK?," Phoebe asked softly. Prue and Piper both looked at her. It was the first thing she'd said since they got there.
"I don't think we have to wor..." Prue began, but stopped. That wasn't an honest answer. In her mind, she could see the doctor coming out to them, informing them that there was nothing they could have done to save their sister. "I don't know," she said truthfully, in a whisper so soft both strained to hear her. "I don't know," she repeated.
AN: I know, I know, too short again. Sorry, but this seemed a good place to stop. I'll continue sooner if you review!! OH no, I've resorted to bribery....
AN: Well, I guess everyone wanted this sequel, judging from the reviews I got. Hey, guys, y'all are WONDERFUL!!! I just finished watching Saving Private Leo, so I'm a little teary-eyed. lol...Ummm, hows about another chapter? That OK with you? Yes, I thought it would be. Starring Piper: Your story is AWESOME, thought you should know that again. Guys, if you haven't read Trust, Starting Over, and Believe in Me, I strongly urge you to do so. Seriously, that is some good writing!
The girls finally made it to a place for lunch, after walking around the mall for hours. A waiter watched them come in, and walked to the table they sat at. "Can I help you?," he asked, smiling.
"We're going to want milkshakes first," Prue answered for all of them.
"What flavor?," he asked, a pen poised over the tablet.
"Chocolate," Piper and Paige answered in unison.
"Vanilla," Phoebe followed. The waiter looked at Prue, and smiled again.
"For you?," he asked, winking at her.
"Strawberry," she answered, smiling back. As soon as he left, Phoebe grinned evilly.
"He was flirting, Prue, don't you think he's a little young for you?," she demanded, shaking her head in disapproval. Prue smacked her arm.
"Honestly, Prue," Piper chimed in, "He's really closer to Paige's age." At this, Paige threw a napkin at her sister.
"I am a LOT older than he is!," she said defensively, "He couldn't have been much older than sixteen." Piper and Phoebe laughed, noticing the blush in Paige's cheeks. "Besides," she continued, "I HAVE someone already!"
"That reminds me...," Piper said, about to start the teasing over again. Luckily, for Paige anyway, the waiter came back, balancing their milkshakes on a tray. He kept winking at Prue, as he set the drinks down.
"Anything else?," he asked, staring at Prue.
"We'll need another minute," Prue said quickly, sinking down into her chair.
"As I was saying," Piper said, watching her sister tense up. Paige glanced up from her milkshake, and immediately regretted it. "What were you doing this morning that you had to make us wait twenty minutes?." Paige groaned inwardly, feeling heat rush to her cheeks.
"Nothing," she muttered, busying herself with her milkshake. Her sisters laughed, immensely enjoying watching their baby sister squirm. After a few seconds, Paige raised her head, an amused gleam in her eye. "Why don't you tell Phoebe what we caught YOU doing this morning," she countered, receiving the hoped for response. Piper turned bright red, and suddenly looked as though she'd rather be anywhere but with her sisters. Paige giggled. Prue sat back and enjoyed the saucy comments being thrown around. At least she had escaped any more jokes about the teenage waiter!
"OK, you win," Piper conceded finally, "Truce?." Paige took her outstretched hand warily, suspecting ulterior motives. "What?," Piper asked innocently, her eyes wide. Paige shook her head and quickly released her sister's hand. "The truce doesn't count for us, though," Prue said wickedly, joining the conversation.
"Come on, Prue, lay off," Paige complained,
"Please?," Piper added in a baby voice.
"Ohh, you know please is my weakness," Prue whined, but backed off. Paige and Piper smiled, relieved to be off the hook. The silence was a comfortable one, each relishing the shakes they had before them.
"Mmmm, It has been WAY too long since I've had a vanilla shake," Phoebe murmured, leaning back in her chair, satisfied. Silently, everyone agreed. It had been way too long, indeed.
The happy, content moment ended quickly, when Paige slipped out of her chair, gasping for much-needed oxygen. "Oh my God," Piper shouted, dropping to her side, "Someone get an ambulance!" Prue and Phoebe moved down beside her.
"Don't you do this to me, Paige," Phoebe pleaded helplessly. They watched as their little sister thrashed on the ground, alternating between screaming and pleading with them to "Please, make it stop hurting." Prue struggled not to break down, forcing herself to stay calm and sensible, allowing her other sisters to panic. Paige suddenly stilled and Prue's heart did as well.
"Piper," Paige called weakly. Piper grasped her hand, making her presence know. Paige squeezed it weakly, then as she convulsed, her grip tightened into an almost unbearable clasp. Phoebe was hysterical, shaking uncontrollably, tears running unchecked down her cheeks.
When Paige spoke Prue's name, and icy finger scraped down her spine. She leaned in, however reluctantly, and felt fingers jerk her hair, thus bringing her closer. "I'll kill you," Paige promised in a whisper. Prue kept telling herself it wasn't her, there was something wrong, it wasn't Paige. No matter how many times she repeated it, fear curled into a ball in the pit of her stomach. "Paige could die," she thought, then brushed the thought away. No, she wasn't going to die. She couldn't.
Finally, the ambulance came, carting Paige and Piper, who refused to leave her side, away. Prue walked Phoebe to the car, both too shocked to speak. The drive was a blur to both, and then there they were, trying to calm Piper down.
"Sweetie, it'll be OK," Prue soothed, not entirely believing her own words. Piper nearly screamed in frustration, but glanced around, reminding herself that they were in a hospital. She was so sick of hearing 'it'll be OK'. What was OK about her baby sister going up in convulsions in the middle of lunch?? Phoebe sat in one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, and drew her knees to her chest. Sighing, Piper whirled around and joined Phoebe, annoyed with Prue.
"What'll we do if she's not OK?," Phoebe asked softly. Prue and Piper both looked at her. It was the first thing she'd said since they got there.
"I don't think we have to wor..." Prue began, but stopped. That wasn't an honest answer. In her mind, she could see the doctor coming out to them, informing them that there was nothing they could have done to save their sister. "I don't know," she said truthfully, in a whisper so soft both strained to hear her. "I don't know," she repeated.
AN: I know, I know, too short again. Sorry, but this seemed a good place to stop. I'll continue sooner if you review!! OH no, I've resorted to bribery....